I spent my entire childhood being reassured by anthropomorphic animated figures that, as long as I spent enough time reading, I would eventually wander into a castle and find myself in a relationship with someone who looked like Chewbacca in formalwear.

At the third dream-level, DiCaprio and Murphy find themselves skiing in naff white military snowsuit outfits? much less cool than the formalwear they modelled in the hotel? towards a perfunctorily imagined Dr Evil-style mountainside HQ.